The Counterfeit (Mafia Series)

The Counterfeit (Mafia Series)

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I was in this fucken mess, Not knowing what to do I slowly tried to inch my way towards the door but suddenly I was pushed up against the nearest wall. My body sounded with a thud against the wall as my head didn't make the same impact because a large hand stopped it from hitting the surface. "Where you going huh? Where do you think you're going Frankie? You aren't thinking of running from me are you doll?" His warm breath fanned against my neck as well as his nose trailing up it. This is fucken insane- it can't be happening- "You wouldn't just leave would you? I mean why would you? Are you afraid of me?" Afraid of you? HA! Maybe... But only because the only little minion I care for is sleeping soundly in the next room. I need to protect her at all cost. "You are going to need to give me back my money... or pay me some other way doll..." his fingers immediately dig into the roots of hair and pulled at it. Forcing my head to the side displaying my neck to him completely. That's when I felt it- A slow kiss against my neck... ***
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His Possession. Mafia Romance. Dark Romance. Enemies To Lovers. "Let me go!" I seethed through gritted teeth. I felt an uncontrollable amount of fear rake over my body. I soon began to shake. The fear that I just barely managed to suppress earlier is now clawing its way back up to the surface, rearing its ugly head once again, and hits ten times harder than before. The sensation is literally paralyzing. The feeling totally bypassing 'fight' or 'flee' and going straight to freeze. I feel like yacking up all that greasy food I had eaten during my shift at the diner. But I swallow the urge to do so and grit my teeth. Trust me, I wanted nothing more than to yack all over this pretentious douche. "Sorry kitten, not ever going to fucking happen." He said carelessly as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel. His eyes were fixed on the dark road ahead of us, the road I surely didn't want to die on. Before I could even finish forming a coherent thought, the car swerved hard to the side of the road and comes to a sudden stop, sending me flying into the dash. My forehead collides with the smooth leather of the dashboard. I hear him rustling around, but can't see much due to the black spots in my vision. You know, from literally eating the dash. I hear the sound of something popping open and then liquid being poured. "Tell me kitten," I hear him say slyly. "Does this smell like chloroform?" He chuckles as he reaches across the console to press a rag to my face. Emily Watts, twenty years old and living alone in LA, due to her parents being drunken assholes. She had barely any money to her name, and worked at a small diner, trying to earn some money. Emily's life was in a constant loop, work and sleep. Until it was turned upside down when she meets the most powerful Mafia boss: Luca Adorno. NUMBER 1 IN #HOSTAGE - 08/02/20 NUMBER 1 IN #KIDNAP - 09/07/20 Completed in 2019. (IN NEED OF AN EDIT)

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